Friday October 28th 2011, 11:08 pm
Filed under: Family,Knit,Life

Parker’s getting ready to walk. Not quite there yet, but working on it. The next couple of pictures were of his small cousin trying to encourage him up and him going plop, but those came out blurry–moving too fast.

I’m reminded of a time I was in a store with my hands full, trying to keep my then-three-under-five entertained and obedient while trying to browse: get in get out be done.

The store actually had a small children’s alcove with toys and a TV; I don’t even remember what kind of store it was (fabric, probably? I think so.) But I do remember that alcove and my gratitude at the thoughtfulness behind it.

The cartoon that was on was almost over at the point that I finished my purchase and said, It’s time to go, kids; Sam did the typical whine of, Can’t we watch the rest of our show?

I considered that very briefly and, unable to see any reasonable reason why not, answered, Sure. And I sat down on the floor so we could all watch it together.

An older woman took all that in and pulled me aside when it was over and told me that she had never thought of reacting that way back when her grown kids were little, and she regretted it so much that she hadn’t given them a moment to have their own time like that, to show them that they mattered, too. She was proud of me.

When you are a mother of small children out in public, unexpected words of praise make all the difference, every time, and the moment is never forgotten.

As soon as it was clear to him that we were headed to the door, my son Richard, Parker’s daddy, happily took off like a shot to get there first: it’s always fun to beat slow old Mommy.

Another older woman stopped him mid-dash and scolded him soundly: “Little boy, you don’t run like that in my store! WALK!”

I looked at her, astonished–this is the woman who put out the toys and entertainment?

All I could do was tell the truth. “He doesn’t know how to walk. He only runs.”

The gift that that second woman gave me was the story of her words to tell to young moms now, who worry when they see me unsteady on a cane when their little ones are being perfectly normal little people. And occasionally, I have been known to sit down on the floor and hand them my lightweight sassafras-wood cane for them to run explore with. Shepherd’s crook. Little Bo Peep.

Ya gotta start’em on the sheep thing early.

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Heh. Wonder if Little Bo Peep is why I like wool better than cotton?

Comment by Channon 10.29.11 @ 5:10 am

How old is Parker now? I can’t believe he’s trying to walk already! Move over when he starts!

Comment by Jody 10.29.11 @ 8:24 am

love the Parker pictures — and I’m not surprised he’s trying the walking thing — my grandson is cruising all around the furniture and I hear he pulled himself up onto the couch from the floor the other day

isn’t it fun watching them?!

Comment by Bev 10.29.11 @ 9:12 am

“He doesn’t know how to walk. He only runs.” That reminds me of my ‘little’ nephew Jack (yes, the same one from the Halloween story). When he was still an infant, it seemed to the adults that it was taking him a long time to go from crawling to walking. He didn’t. He went from crawling to running!

Comment by Don Meyer 10.29.11 @ 10:12 am

There’s no stopping them once they’re up on their feet. Sometimes I think that they run because it’s easier not to fall over between steps if you keep catching yourself all the time.

Comment by Erica 10.29.11 @ 8:15 pm

My oldest also went from crawling to running – she’d lean forward and run so as to keep her balance. If she tried to walk, she’d fall down. Hmmm, there’s a lesson in that somewhere…

You are so right about the value of praising good parenting – whether you know the parent or not.

Comment by twinsetellen 10.30.11 @ 8:18 pm

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